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Beneath the Whip CHAPTER 48
CHRIS’ POVAs Judy’s words lingered in the air, my heart pounded in my chest. The confession that had been building for so long had finally slipped from her lips. “I love you,” she said, the vulnerability in her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. It was a truth I had always known, but hearing it from her, in this moment, stirred something deeper inside me.I was overwhelmed. I had spent so much time pushing her away, wrestling with my own emotions, trying to suppress the ache in my chest that came every time I looked at her. But now, hearing her finally speak those words—it was like a dam had broken. My hands trembled as I reached for her, unable to hold back the flood of emotions that surged through me.However, she was pushing me away. Of course, I could understand how she felt. She had born more hardships than I could have ever imagined.Humiliation, disgrace, alienation and pain.Nonetheless, today I didn’t care about anything. I would definitely reciprocate her lov
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JUDY’S POVAll the anger I had held onto, the frustration that had built up between us, seemed to dissolve the moment Chris' lips met mine. The kiss was unexpected, yet it carried a raw intensity that left me momentarily stunned. Chris wasn’t like this—at least, not with me. His kisses had always been calculated, a show of control, a way to remind me who held the power. But this time, it was different.There was no force, no dominance—just pure, unfiltered emotion. His hands cradled my face with a tenderness I hadn’t experienced from him before, and his lips moved with a deliberate slowness, as if savouring the moment, as if afraid it might slip away. My mind raced, caught between the desire to pull away and the undeniable pull of his touch.“Chris—” I tried to protest, but my voice faltered, lost in the flood of sensations overwhelming me.He silenced me with another kiss, deeper this time, more urgent. His fingers slid from my face to my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel
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JUDY’S POVChris stood before me, his expression a mixture of pride and authority as he held the delicate necklace in his hands. It shimmered in the soft light, its intricate design as exclusive and commanding as the man holding it. He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto mine with a possessiveness that made my breath hitch.“This,” he said, his voice low and resolute, “is to prove that you belong to me. Now and in the future.”I blinked, taken aback by the statement. His words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. Belong to him? I wasn’t some object to be claimed, some trophy to be adorned with his mark. My immediate instinct was to protest.“I am not a dog to wear a collar, Chris.”I kept my tone low, yet firm. What did he think about himself? After making love and taking my virginity, he was going to bound me to him even more?Here he was, not paying attention to the way I was feeling and he kept on insisting. Well, he never gave up, did he? “Hold still,” he ordered, his ton
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JUDY’S POVAfter Christmas, my family packed up and moved away from Chris’ home. The decision, though necessary, felt like ripping out a piece of my soul. Each step I took away from that place, each item I boxed up, carried a weight that settled heavily in my chest. As I stood in my room for the last time, my gaze fell upon the necklace Chris had given me.The delicate piece of jewellery shimmered under the soft light, mocking me with its elegance. It wasn’t just a necklace—it was a symbol of everything I wanted to leave behind: the control, the love that felt both intoxicating and suffocating, the man who could bring me to the highest peaks of joy and the deepest pits of despair. Chris thought that I had accepted the necklace because he was persisitent and I was obedient. However, the fact was that, I chose to accept after him forcing me because I knew I was going to move. I just needed a bit of patience.It would be a big shock to him and his ego would be shattered when he would
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CHRIS’ POVI had originally believed that after having sex that day with Judy—after we gave in to each other in ways that transcended words—everything would fall into place. I thought that moment was a turning point, a confirmation of our unspoken connection. Unfortunately the reality was far from what I had imagined.Judy rejected the necklace I gave her, my exclusive mark of devotion. To me, it wasn’t just a piece of jewellery—it was a promise, a statement that she was mine and I was hers. However, her refusal was loud and clear: she didn’t want to be with me. I could see it in her eyes, the way she looked away when I tried to meet her gaze, her lips pressed into a firm line of quiet defiance.Of course, I wasn’t willing to accept her refusal. I forced the necklace onto her, fastening it around her neck with trembling hands. I knew, even as I did it, that it was the wrong way to handle things. Yet my pride wouldn’t allow me to ask her to wear it willingly. It was easier to insist
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JUDY’S POVAfter we left Chris’ city, we moved into a modest and unremarkable house situated on the outskirts of a sleepy town. It was the kind of place where the world seemed to move at a slower pace, where silence stretched long into the evenings, and a deep sense of solitude lingered in the air. The house itself was simple, almost forgettable, blending into its surroundings in a way that made it easy to overlook. Life there felt distant from the hustle and bustle we had left behind, quieter but also more isolating, as if we had stepped into a world where time itself hesitated to move forward.I had settled into the habit of waiting for my father at the intersection near our home every evening when his shift ended. It had become a small but meaningful ritual, offering a sense of stability in the midst of the upheaval that came with starting over in a new town. Those quiet moments of waiting, watching the road for his familiar figure, felt like a thread connecting us to something
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JUDY’S POVThe man’s foul breath brushed against my skin as his grip tightened around my neck, his smirk mocking my every attempt to break free. Panic surged through my veins, and my thoughts raced, desperately searching for a way out. Without thinking, I drew back as far as his grip would allow, then drove my head forward with all the force I could muster. The sharp crunch of my forehead colliding with his nose was followed by his guttural cry of pain.He stumbled backward, clutching his face as blood trickled through his fingers. “You fucking bitch!” he spat, his voice thick with rage. His companions hesitated for a moment, surprised by my defiance, but their amusement quickly turned into something far darker.My momentary triumph vanished as the man’s fury took over. His hand whipped through the air before I could react, landing a resounding slap across my face. The force of the blow sent me reeling, and pain exploded in my cheek, radiating outward. I staggered back several st
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JUDY’S POVA stinging ache spread across my cheek, accompanied by the bitter tang of blood on my tongue, as mocking laughter rang out in the background. My vision blurred with tears, but I wiped them away quickly, refusing to appear weak even though my entire body trembled. Then, cutting through the chaos of my emotions, I heard a voice—a voice I recognised instantly, cold and dripping with disdain.“Well, well, look at you now,” the voice drawled, casual and cruel.I turned my head slowly, my heart sinking as the owner of the voice stepped into view. It was Bertrand, Chris’ most loyal follower and right-hand man. He stood there with his trademark smug arrogance, his piercing gaze locking onto mine as if he had orchestrated the entire ordeal and was relishing every second of it.“This,” he said, gesturing at me sprawled on the ground and my father lying unconscious nearby, “is what happens when people overreact. You brought this upon yourself.”I glared at him, anger and disbelief
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